I’m gonna take out my eyes and wash them clean/Filling them in the decay/Removing all the debris, because the world I’d like to see is not behind, beside, below, above or in front of me. — Mike Matteson Mike Matteson was eagerly awaiting his upcoming performance at the Green Room…
If you were to judge the online music revolution based solely on the MP3.com charts, you’d have to conclude that most folks sitting at their computers were either DJs looking to download beats for their sets, or obsessive and potentially dangerous “Weird Al” Yankovic fans. What else could possibly account…
When the Grammys — notoriously the most staid of all the entertainment awards (remember Jethro Tull beating out Metallica as outstanding heavy metal band back in ’89?) — puts its stamp of approval on a growing genre, chances are it’s already reached the point of critical mass. Such is the…
Indie rock kids have it good. Seeing them hang around the local record store or coffee joint, we look on with no small amount of jealousy. Clutching a copy of the latest vinyl score or rifling through obscure black-and-white ‘zines, they seem blissfully unaware of the horrors that rage around…
No one has ever accused Marc Norman of being a bad-ass. Maybe of being a dead ringer for Peter Brady or Donny Osmond, but never of acting like the kind of rock ‘n’ roll animal that would throw fear into the hearts of standards-wary TV producers. But the curly coifed…
Late news this week that Phoenix’s preeminent roots venue, the Rhythm Room, will be closing its doors in the next few months. Promoter/co-owner Bob Corritore says he and fellow Rhythm Room boss Kenny Cahill just received the word from leaseholders that they would have to vacate their central Phoenix digs…
If you sense a theme in this week’s music section, it’s unintentional, though not entirely unexpected. As Robert Wilonsky points out in his piece (“Flanagan’s Wake”), the world of major record labels — the established music industry as a whole — is in a state of flux, even decline. That,…
This summer’s Musicmaker.com-sponsored twin tour — by a Jimmy Page-led Black Crowes and modfathers The Who (hitting Blockbuster Desert Sky on August 13 and 14, respectively) — is for most observers an uneasy mix of nostalgia and commerce. Certainly neither effort can be regarded as much more than a kind…
The members of local rig-rock trio Flathead are beaming. Guitarist Greg Swanholm and drummer Vince Ramirez grin profusely and chide each other as they hurriedly load equipment into the back of a car parked behind the Bash on Ash in Tempe. Even bassist Kevin Daly, a 20-year veteran of various…
Last month’s closure of Tempe’s Balboa Café was yet another damaging blow to a local music scene suffering from a dearth of venues with progressive booking policies. Over the past year, the club had hosted an array of eclectic shows, ranging from weirdo New Wave legend Jonathan Richman and California…
Some weeks ago, Modified owner and The Half Visconte front man Scott Tennent fired off a fax to Bash & Pop. Along with an announcement of upcoming concert dates for his downtown club, the mild-mannered singer/songwriter also jotted down his group’s summer itinerary. There was none of the usual, “Hey,…
Local rap-metal combo Bionic Jive was all set to play a high-profile showcase at New York’s CBGB on May 29. It was supposed to have been the group’s big break, as the proposed gig would’ve boasted an audience filled with record-label suits and A&R types from nearly a dozen companies…
As Bash & Pop reported last week, members of the Phoenix rap combo Underground Empire and a related side project, The Ten Commandments, were scheduled to perform at a postconcert party in Philadelphia on May 20 hosted by Jay-Z and Da Brat. Sadly, the gig was canceled after one of…
A call or package from local DJ/archivist Johnny Dixon is usually cause for celebration. The noted Arizona musicologist has an encyclopedic knowledge of the state’s rich musical heritage and an ear for the obscure. While Dixon is usually touting the unknown, the most recent project he’s connected with is a…
Tara Hitchcock, host of Channel 3’s Good Morning Arizona, probably had no idea what she was getting into. It was just supposed to be another band doing another in-studio promotion. But the group in question was the Zen Lunatics. Members of the always eccentric power-pop quartet decided to turn their…
Bless his heart, but Robin Wilson is a strange guy. It’s not just the Gas Giants front man’s manner of speaking — a tone that has the slickness of a used-car salesman and the perpetual chipperness of a TV weatherman — or his conversation — an unrelenting jackhammer of self-promotion…
Like many roots-oriented idioms, the parameters of what is considered “true” reggae music are often dictated by stringent dogma. It’s a sort of musical fascism that frequently ostracizes bands that don’t toe the strict ganja party line. Unfortunately, such narrow dictates usually result in groups that either come off like…
“I’m not really that sick,” says Bruce Connole, coughing as he shuffles through his east-side apartment. While the singer was forced to cancel a recent gig with his bluegrass side project, the Pearl Chuckers, because of a cold, the spring sniffles have been the last thing on the mind of…
Local-music fans had a big surprise awaiting them on April Fools’ weekend at Nita’s Hideaway. The club, located in the heart of Tempe’s industrial district, played host to a Friday/Saturday outdoor double bill featuring Mesa indie rockers Jimmy Eat World and Okie-psych-pop legends the Flaming Lips. While both shows were…
There’s a full slate of news and shows worth mentioning this week, and it starts with word of the impending release of No Sense in Runnin’, the debut from local postpunk twangers Truckers on Speed. The group, which recently changed its named from Shoeless Joe, spent the better part of…
Long before becoming a Hollywood lothario and Dreamworks Records executive, Robbie Robertson was rock ‘n’ roll hipster, Dylan confidante and guitarist for The Band. Those familiar with Mr. Robertson will also remember his turn as a pouty philosopher and unmitigated ham in director Martin Scorsese’s The Last Waltz — a…
There is an inherent irony in traveling a thousand miles to the world’s biggest musical festival, an internationally renowned event featuring acts from far and wide, and spending the bulk of your trip watching bands from your hometown. As the IRS can attest (after getting my 1999 return claiming $13,000…
